bucket’s are meant for filling
like milk is meant to spill
or words are meant for feeling
adjectives are fill of whim
this is the last one I write today
something about buckets
skin and paving the way
for things that mean something larger than them…
buckets of women carrying buckets of men

a bucket is a thing of beauty
filled with rainwater
beside a yello and white striped
fence
that really needs a paint job
and the bucket is the thing that makes it happen and the bucket sings its own praises because it can
because it can.
good old bucket.
my fan.

a ski lodge its the last day of the christmas vacation and we are freezing in our cotton underwear sweaty and then cold and then sweaty we are skiing i the down home oh my godd it’s minus so below
and we are so cold
and the lodge
smells like frendch fries and hamburgers and is smoky from cigarettes and bb